Chapter 3

I was furious, pounding on his hands: "Sean, let me go!"

The bedroom door flew open.

Diana's smiling face instantly darkened. Seeing Sean's reddened hands, her eyes turned cold as knives.

"She's scheming. Just throw her in the trunk."

My son was woken up by the noise. He walked out of his room, saw me struggling, and his eyes filled with impatience: "Dad, can you cover Mom's mouth? She's keeping me awake."

"It's just going to the countryside for a while. Why is she screaming like someone's trying to kill her?"

Hearing my son's merciless words, my heart turned to ash.

Sean looked at my expression with satisfaction and gagged me with a towel.

"See, even our son is on my side."

"Go live there obediently. I'll come back for you."

I was shoved straight into the trunk.

The car started.

The smell of gasoline mixed with cheap leather invaded my nostrils. The car jolted, and my heart ached with each bump.

I bit my tongue to keep from passing out.

While the car hadn't gone too far yet, I had to save myself.

When they tied me up, I deliberately kept my hands tensed. When I relaxed, it left a large gap.

Sean had taught me this trick himself.

Shortly after we got engaged, I was kidnapped by a psycho delivery driver.

The man was jealous of my happy life and wanted Sean and me to be husband and wife in hell.

Fortunately, Sean noticed something was wrong and successfully fought back.

Sean held me after the rescue, crying tears of joy: "From now on, I'll come home and cook for you. You don't need to order delivery. I won't let you be in any danger ever again."

Everyone envied me for having such a husband.

He even taught me escape techniques, including this one.

I never thought the first time I'd use it would be now.

I jumped from the car. I ran through the night, my heart aching from fear and exertion.

I lost a shoe while running, and by the end, my feet were scraped raw.

The men trying to catch me were closing in again.

Just when I was about to despair, a pair of hands appeared behind me.

My best friend had come to save me.

"Sophia!"

In Lauren's rental apartment, I drank hot water, calming my emotions.

When Lauren heard my story, she was furious: "That bastard! How dare he?"

"Sophia, don't worry. I won't let him find you."

Perhaps feeling safe, I felt drowsy after drinking the water.

I fell asleep on the sofa.

In my daze, I heard several familiar voices talking.

"I even betrayed my best friend for this. Thirty thousand dollars isn't too much to ask, is it?"

"Mr. Whitmore, you're a big boss now. You're not going to be stingy, are you?"

My body felt limp. I forced my eyes open a crack and saw my supposed best friend making a deal with Sean.

Each mention of "best friend" was like a knife stabbing through me.

I looked at my phone nearby and stuffed it into my bra.

The transaction ended.

Sean picked me up. Seeing the tears not yet dry in my eyes, he gently wiped them away.

His movements were tender.

I suppressed the urge to dodge and pretended to be unconscious.

Raina walked over. Just as she was about to approach, she twisted her ankle and fell hard to the ground.

Sean reacted quickly, throwing me back down to help her.

The back of my head hit the floor hard. My consciousness faded along with his concerned voice for Raina.